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 Mar 2014 Fatima Ammar
Becky Gold
Sun
There’s something about the way the sun shines through the window
The way that it illuminates, but at the same time casts shadows
What is to be seen and what is to be hidden
The choice is not yours
Completely out of your control
At times
Blindness can be a blessing and
Ignorance can be bliss
Thankful for the shadows
Just as the gleaming sun shining through the window

The sidewalks so inviting
Invincible
Running
Body engulfed in the warmth of the sun
That same sun that makes the choice
To display and to conceal
That same sun that without effort
Lifts spirits of those unaware
Taken for granted
This surface comfort

Nothing can stop the sun from shining
Point it in another direction
Reveal what has been hidden
All along
Enough sense and bravery
To face the darkness
The unwanted secrets of sun
So that they may surface
They may be terrifying
Nothing that you could have ever imagined
Omniscient
Sublime
Truth
The start of my love for writing poetry.
 Mar 2014 Fatima Ammar
Alice Sun
I am Alice in
Wonderland.
Wandering around
wondering what this
is all about.

All these mazes,
all these changing faces...
Where is my shining horse
that will lead me
to the right course?

Here I am he says!
But I do not see all the pieces yet...

So I stumble!
And I fall...
and I hear myself call
what is the meaning to this all?

But then the clouds part.
The only sound
my beating heart...
and I see the light
so ever beautifully bright

And my shining horse
runs up to stand beside me
and I let him guide me
all the way
to The Way
up, up, and away

and we fly,
so high,
above the night sky,
and I let go of my fears
and I feel the tears
stream down my face
as we arrive at your place

and I hear myself yell
to break this spell
I'm here!
I'm here!
Have no fear!
I see you!
I see you!
and I take your hand
and you take mine,
forever now
our lives intertwined.
Live. Die. Repeat?
What is life?
Life is like Baseball
What do you do after you hit the ball?
You run to first and then to second and then to third and home.
Why get lost between first and second or second to third?
The point is to go home.
Life's about home...
It isn't defined by what we did or how far we got, but by where we got lost at.
This is not the end not where we as men, women, children got lost.
We're far from home...but we'll make it there eventually.
Live...
Die...
Never repeat.
Thanks.
 Mar 2014 Fatima Ammar
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Not much compares to the beauty of a motorway

the perfect example that the most beautiful things can be the deadliest
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the crisp, cool morning air glistens with dew
the tough ground beats rhythmically under my feet
the distinctive, calming smell of the salty sea air
and the beauty of everything
spurring me on
keeping me going
Just a list of things I love:

Laughter
Friendship
Inside Jokes
Chocolate
Camaraderie
Hugs
Old Stories
Words
Reading
Writing
Kindness
Loyalty
Food
Water
Rivers (the ones with rocks sticking out of them)
Animals
Learning
Science
The Ocean
Mountains
Winter
Ice
Wind
Sunlight
Teamwork
Music
Creativit­y
Positivity
Secrets
Honesty
Darkness
Light
Knowledge
Ignorance
S­arcasm
Frankness
Performing
Sharing
Cheering
Breathing
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